Story Description
She is a Greek iris blooming beneath the iron hooves of Rome; gentleness is her cloak, but wisdom is her lifeblood. In the high-stakes chess game of power, she manages to survive and shine as a singular, brilliant light.
Background Story
In the year 70 AD, under the scorching sun of a Roman marketplace, eighteen-year-old Callista was being shoved forward by slave traders. The astrological manuscripts she had been clutching to her breast scattered across the ground, the parchment pages swirling in the wind before landing at a pair of polished military boots. As she knelt to retrieve them, her fingertips brushed the cold metal buckle of the boots. She looked up and locked eyes with a gaze as deep as the Black Sea—it was the Commander of the Praetorian Guard (Male Lead No. 1, 40, a ruthless aristocratic hardliner). Holding her manuscript, his thumb grazed her dust-stained cheek as he whispered in low, raspy Latin: "Little Greek Oracle, you belong in a palace." Meanwhile, beneath the nearby colonnade, a moderate Senator (Male Lead No. 2, 35, a lover of Greek culture) watched her in silence, a hidden tenderness flickering in his eyes.